Resolute.
3/4 of the way through my run tonight at the gym I realized that I can’t really remember that much from last semester. That winter break will be over come next Tuesday, and that it’s actually January 2010.
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The heat from this thought brought pain. Pain and what I can only describe as a chest full of snakes. The rest of my run was fueled by panic, not from any uncompleted lingering task list, but maybe from the now assigned, ever growing one I’ve already constructed for this coming year.
I stop my laps, catch my breath and hear people talking about burritos. Everyone at the gym talks about all the food they want to eat, will eat, can’t eat, or dream of someday eating when they don’t have to be so committed.
There’s this irony that perminates everything around oneself during the first few months of the year, at least, I’ve always found this to be true with myself, and those around me. The 8 week commitments are ripe with excitement and dedication: those handfuls willing to sacrifice some sleep, some funds, even some social life, to bind themselves to a workout for a few weeks hoping for a new waist, a new look, self confidence, a boyfriend/girlfriend/lover/please don’t leave me see I’m trying…what have you.
The 8-weeker infestation.
It’s hard to move at the gym during these first few weeks. There’s no parking, no lockers, no room on the track, people talking on cell phones while they run, elbows hurling pointy angles at your unsuspecting ribcage.
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Its great to see you back Lynn, you have been missed both on flickr and here.
Best wishes for 2010. :-)